"Xu, Xu Fan, you can't kill me!"
Huang Siyuan looked at Xu Fan with a face full of terror, eyes brimming with despair.
Huang Siyuan wanted to put Xu Fan to death, and he understood that Xu Fan definitely wanted to kill him as well!
What Huang Family, what Vajra Realm expert, what pursuit, at this moment, none of it could threaten Xu Fan. He himself was doomed to die!
Looking at the utterly desolate and hopeless Huang Siyuan, Xu Fan walked up to him, stopped, and slowly raised his hand.
Slap!
Xu Fan slapped Huang Siyuan directly across the face.
Huang Siyuan stood there blankly, as if the slap had dulled him, staring at the calm Xu Fan with a deep sense of chill.
"Kneel."
In Xu Fan's icy words, there was an undeniable force.
Huang Siyuan's face alternated between blue and red, as if hesitating, gritting his teeth, standing silently.
For Huang Siyuan, once he knelt, then as the so-called young master of the Huang Family, he would lose all face!
